The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
That is the job for those like me.
My people flying throughout the forest
Our task, to be a moonlight florist
My wing is a hand and my hand is a wing
The seeds I carry with the fruit I bring
Spreading them and pollen far and wide
The plants feed us to give their line a ride
My kind's duty, forest regeneration
That is the role played by my nation.
